↠ NEW MOON | B. BLAKE

↠ [4.0] IT WAS ONE OF US

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(n.) The things, feelings, scents, images, that evoke memories or anticipation of a particular season

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It was already night when Willa and Octavia left the dropship, alcohol on their breaths. Jasper was awake and what better way to celebrate it? Drinking.

When Willa had come back to camp after watching Atom died, she went straight to the dropship to see if Jasper was still alive. In the dropship she had found Octavia and Monty sitting next to the boy and later Clarke and Finn had come back. The two had found a bottle of alcohol and the group spent the rest of the day drinking it.

"I just want to forget this day and sleep." Octavia said, yawning. Willa knew Octavia was sad about Atom's death. It was the first boy that the youngest Blake had liked.

Willa on the other hand was pretty much awake. "I don't think I can sleep right now." Octavia looked at her. "I think it was the alcool." She lied. She had just too much on her head at the moment. "Who's on guard?" She asked her.

"Wells, I think."

"I'm going to mess with him a little." Octavia shot a disapproving glance at her. "In a responsible way." Octavia went inside their tent and Willa went to look for Wells. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice someone coming out from a tent and neither did the person. They collided and Willa got knocked to the ground. "Ouch!"

"Shit, are you okay?" Willa looked up to see Bellamy standing in front of her.

"Yes, I'm fine, I'm just resting." She said sarcastically. "Of course I'm not fine, old man. My butt hurts." She grimaced in pain. "Where's the fire?"

"You were the one walking closely by the tents." Willa stretched her hands to him, giving him a hint to help her. "I was going to check on Wells." He said, grabbing her hands, pulling her up. His hands were warm in comparison to Willa's. "Your hands are cold." Willa's hands were always cold. "Where were you going? Your tent is in that way." He said, moving his head toward the side were her tent was.

"How do you know where my tent is?" She said trying to be flirty.

"You share a tent with my sister." He said pointing the obvious.

"Oh yeah, right." She giggle.

"Is that alcohol on your breath?" He asked her. "Are you drunk?"

"What? No." She quickly said. "Well, yeah." Willa said smiling at him. He has such a pretty face. "Wait, no. Yeah the part of my breath smelling like alcohol, not the drunk part. Because I'm not drunk." Bellamy looked at her confused. "But I think I was the one who drank the most. I'm sorry. I talk a little too much with alcohol on my sistem." Willa looked at the boy, smiling.

"You always talk too much."

"Why don't you shut me up?" She got closer to him and Bellamy looked at her lips when she licked them. Willa was always flirty with him and he was starting to like it. She was beautiful and he was not blind. They kept looking at each other, when she felt him leaning in, their mouths almost touching. "I was going to mess with Wells. Come on, old man." She said running away giggling. Bellamy stayed in the same position frozen. You fucking tease, He thought.